Flashback | Capri Sun
No, not the drink (although it is rather tasty), but the Italian island of Capri. Six years ago, Paul and I arose early on a Saturday morning in June to take a hydrofoil from Naples to Capri. We sailed across the water for forty minutes before arriving at the sun-soaked island. We had no agenda. We simply wanted to relax and enjoy the day. And that’s just what we did.
We strolled along the waterfront and found an adorable yacht cafe far away from the hustle and bustle of the main road. We sat on the cushy sofa, surrounded by colourful flowers and eccentric candles, and ordered cappuccinos. We watched a couple of long, narrow taxis with canopies along the back, pass by, as we sipped our Italian coffees. The taxis were so chic! They looked like white, open-air, stretch limousines.
After paying for our drinks, we walked to the hydrofoil meeting point and returned to the mainland. Now, I realize we could’ve done more in Capri (the blue grotto, the island tour, etc.), but simply sitting back, chatting, and observing the beauty of this remarkable island was enough. It couldn’t have been more of a perfect day.
